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Includes: Follo, Enjin, Corvus

A/N: Curvy!Fem!Reader; I plan to do a part 2 with Semiu, Tamsy, etc but these were the easier one's for me to write. I'll be releasing one about the reader being a shithead before the part 2. Also request are open!

Follo Tunito

He'd just come back from a assist mission, sweaty, draining, and tbh totally over the bullshit of today.

Zanka had another ego death, Rudo crashed out and not in the good way, and Enjin almost blew everybody up and thought it be a good idea to go 80 on a sharp turn and damn near flip the car with everybody in it on the way back.

When I tell you this man was done. He was done.

All Follo wanted to do now was grab himself a nice refreshing drink, bathe, and fall out for the night.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐭: 3.3k𐙚

MDNI:| WARNINGS--> 𝒔𝒒ᰔᩚ𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 | 𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒎 | 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒎 | 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒉ᰔᩚ𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 | 𝒄𝒖𝒏ᰔᩚ𝒊𝒍𝒊ᰔᩚ𝒈𝒖𝒔 | 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 | 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔ᰔᩚ𝒙 | 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 | 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝑫𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕 | 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 | 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕ᰔᩚ𝒍𝒌 | 𝒇𝒊𝒏ᰔᩚ𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒕ᰔᩚ𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 | 𝒄ᰔᩚ𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 |

EAT TS WITH YOUR GRILLS STILL ON

Pairings: Onyankapon x black fem!reader

Notes: I wrote this listening to two songs on repeat😩: Church - Chase Atlantic slowed and Where You belong - The Weekend (Take a listen as you read.ᐟ)

Visuals: { 𐙚 } { 𐙚 }

Storming out of the sleek black car, you slammed the door behind yourself, ignoring the distant sound of another slamming harshly as your feet carried you forward.

You moved swiftly, heels producing a steady beat against the hardwood floor as you sauntered down the long hallway leading toward your shared bedroom. 

The steady steps of your husband grew closer as you approached the master bedroom, black stiletto cladded fingers twisting the metal handle, pulse spiking as you stepped into the dimly lit room. 

A sudden gasp left your throat, lips parting as a veined hand grasped the back of your neck, spinning you toward the source of your anger. 

The cold bite of what you knew as a wedding band pressed against your neck, Umber eyes glaring down at you,  fingers gliding from the base of your neck toward the front. 

Tattooed fingers using the sides as leverage to tilt your view up toward him. 

Onyankapon’s lazy eyes assessed your features, brows furrowed as he spoke.

“Use your words baby, did I upset you?” 

You averted your gaze, breath hitching as he leaned his face closer to yours, enunciating his question with a slight tilt of his head, pointer and thumb releasing its grasp along your throat, instead working to tilt your head closer toward his. 

You watched, waiting, chest rising rapidly — each breath edged with unfathomable irritation — as his eyes flickered between yours, searching, questioning, what the fuck he’d done to upset you. 

“Hm?” He hummed, pink tongue dragging against his bottom lip, granting you a glimpse of the diamond laced grills on the top row of his teeth as he backed you up toward the edge of the bed. 

Your knees buckled at the feeling of the soft mattress behind you, body bouncing slightly as you fell.

A tattooed thumb ran across your lip, smearing the butter gloss you’d applied — mere moments before — as his thumb pushed slightly against them, lips parting at the intrusion.

A slight tilt of his head finalized his previous question.

“Open that pretty little mouth, baby, tell me… How can I make you feel better?”

You swiveled your head to the side, rolling your eyes in aggravation as the recollection of his hand on the gorgeous woman’s waist danced through your head once more. 

The way he clasped the woman’s slim hand, seeming to forget that those freshly manicured fingers had been deep inside you mere moments before. His middle finger — etched with the mesmerizing swirl of your first name, tattooed in fine, cursive letters — swirling around your hard clit as your pussy clenched desperately, around the baby pink vibrator pulsing inside you. 

The way that gorgeous woman batted her perfectly curled lashes at him. Green, doe eyes, much different from your siren-like ones, seeming to encapsulate him; Her long, tan legs, leading up to her ass — perky, tame, just enough — dramatized by the pop of her hips as she spoke meekly to Ony.

“You know what the fuck you did nigga, stop playin’,” You scoffed. 

You were fucking steaming, chest rising rapidly as you clenched your jaw in a futile attempt to halt the disrespectful words threatening to spill from your glossed lips. 

You knew you’d fucked up by the way his left eye seemed to twitch, a slow smile pulling across his face as he chuckled lightly. 

The emerald cut, baguette diamonds sitting pretty atop his teeth glimmered sexily against the darkness, seeming to illuminate his mouth, though no light was present. 

As much as you’d reasoned with yourself while you sat stiffly in the black Maybach seats of his car — or at least tried to — you couldn’t think of any other reason as to why he’d been smiling so damn hard, or why you yourself were so fucking mad. 

You were far from insecure, and Onyankapon, he was far from disrespectful, never leading you to second guess the way he felt about you, not once since you’d met, but something was itching in the depths of your mind today to fuck a bitch up, and if it wasn’t gonna be her…then it’d be him. 

Onyankapon didn’t take to disrespect lightly, he expected what was given, and gave more than expected. He knew you were mad, but every attempt he’d taken in comforting you, or trying to work out‌ what was wrong, you’d shut that shit down as quick as it came, instead leaving clues behind for him to pick up. 

He didn’t play that shit. 

You were his woman, and everything a man wished for in a woman. You were the woman, and in no way whatsoever would he have his woman wallowing in a pool of restless anxiety for as long as he was your man.

He could give zero fucks about what anybody else thought.

So you watched, eyes low, as he rose up from his position above yours on your shared bed, his broad stature consuming your view as he tilted his head, taking his sweet-ass fucking time to unbutton the cuffs of his black dress shirt.

You huffed, tutting as you lifted from your lying position atop the cotton sheets, attempting to raise up from the bed before being stopped short by the rough reminder of his presence. 

“Sit.”

Your eyes flickered up quickly, lips parting to cuss him out — snapping them shut at the harsh glare in his eyes.  

Fuck. 

“How many times did I ask if you were okay, (y/n) hmm?”

You swallowed.

“How many times did I ask you…if I did something wrong?” His hands reached up toward his collar, fingers working to undo each button, slowly, tauntingly… too fucking calm. 

You glanced to your left. The steady flame of irritation spreading inside you seemed to grow larger, hotter, at the fact that he was irritated with you for being mad. 

Who the fuck was he feeling like? 

Sizzling silence drowned the room as Onyankapon stared down at you, noting the way your titties sat, perky, pretty, in your black dress — the cotton seeming to accentuate the softness of your curves as you peered up at him, gorgeous brown eyes peeking from beneath a wispy set he’d dropped 350 for the day before. 

“What happened to allat’ fucking attitude, mama?” He was toying with you, smile growing dark at your silence. 

“Lemme know wassup’.​​ Tell me. Say dat' shit wit’ ya chest.” 

He watched, aggravated, a slight mug resting against his face as he slipped his shirt off his shoulders, displaying the slutty tattoos hidden beneath.

Tension curled from the Greek pillars surrounding your shared room, slithering down the walls as you both stared unblinking at each other.

Seething.

Each begging for the other to make a move, to slip. 

Your lips parted — wrong.

With only the quickness that Ony himself possessed, his hands gripped your cheeks, puckering your lips as he stared down at you, brows furrowed as he spoke. 

“Stop allat’ disrespect shit, (y/n). You a’ big girl, right?”

“You not gone tell me ma? Hmm?” A slight tilt of his head.

Your thighs pressed together, core tightening at the low rasp of his voice. He nodded, a firm, self-affirming nod.

“Show me.”

That’s all you needed. 

Onyankapon released his grasp upon your face, sniffling, palm planting two firm taps against your cheek before stretching his arms up to grasp the pillar above your shared bed as your hands reached out. 

You gave no warning. 

Silence. 

Tension snaked closer. 

Your stiletto nails scratched down his abdomen, creating shallow indentations in its path as you worked the Matte Gucci belt buckled around his waist. 

Ony watched, sinking his teeth into the plush of his lips as he glared at the soft flutter of your wispy lashes, entrapped by your siren-like beauty. 

His head tipped, mind whirling at the tickle of  your nails slithering beneath the border of the only thing separating him from your view.

His eyes fluttered shut, abs caving, Adam’s apple bobbing as he fought to control his mind, his heart, from spiraling with every flick of your slick tongue against his mushroom tip—with every swirl of your grip against his dick, every bob of your head.

His eyes rolled, a firm palm planted against the back of your skull as he nudged you further.

“Come onn baby, show me.” Heavy pants slipped his lips, eyes fluttering in an attempt to stay lucid. To keep hold of his sanity.

“Yeahhh, show me dat' shit, baby.” A firm bite to his plump, two toned lips finalized his statement, eyes glossed, brows furrowed as he stared down at your bobbing head. 

"So fuckin' greedy, mama, fuck!"

You were everything he needed, everything he wanted, why the fuck did you think he was boutta hand that over to just anyone? To anyone but you?

You reached your arms up, forcing Ony’s palms away from your cheek as he attempted to push you away, pleasure coiling from the tips of his ears to the soles of his feet as he moaned.

You were sucking the soul outta' him, sinking the points of your stilettos into his mind without any intention of letting up.

You were speaking to him in a way only you could—engraving every word within the depths of his heart — with your mouth fucking full. 

You popped your head off, hand swirling along the soft curve of his dick as you stared up, anger swimming throughout the depths of your pretty brown eyes.

He watched, taking note of the way your lip gloss seemed to blend within the drip of your spit, chest sticky, chin dripping with a mix of both his and your essence.

“Give it to me, baby. Please, I want it…let me have it,” you whined. 

Onyankapon’s body shuddered, your words cracking every ounce of stability he seemed to have lingering as he came. 

“Fuckk baby, I feel you, I fucking hear you.” The bass of his voice seemed to crack, shifting between breathy, needy whimpers, and deep, soul-ridden grunts as he pumped his hips in your hands, aching, listening. 

His head swam as he watched you rise to your knees, finger trailing up your chest, leaving a trail of his cum in its wake as you slipped your index and middle finger into your mouth, eyes closing, a greedy moan vibrating from the depths of you as you savored the essence of him. 

Rough palms reached out, grasping onto the chub of your neck as he crashed his head down, lips racing against yours with unspoken passion as he flattened his frame along yours. 

Your thighs circled his slim waist, hands following as they smoothed up his chest, one palm laying against his upper back, the other running along the back of his head — flattening along the sea of waves rippling across his scalp as you moaned.  

The lavish, soft cotton of your black dress rode up as his coarse palms ran up your thighs, squeezing, grazing, clutching as your lips flowed feverishly, never once breaking its harmonized movements as he moved your bodies toward the head of the bed. 

Your head tilted, head slouching to the side as your lover trailed kisses down the creamy silk of your collar, each peck sizzling against your skin, tattooing a phrase in its wake. 

I love you. 

I need you.

Fuck me. 

Your eyes rolled as Onyankapon’s lips sketched its way down your chest, fists moving to push the delicate sleeves down your shoulders. 

Brown eyes followed, heart stuttering as he shoved the fabric down, freeing the weight of your breasts, fabric pooling around your waist. You watched, noting the way his throat bobbed as he gawked longingly, breath catching as he used the mere moment of sanity to take in your beauty.

You were perfect. His. 

Puffy, swollen lips parted, releasing a needy whimper as his hands trailed its way up plump thighs, the vanilla oil you’d used just mere hours before steaming off of you with the pour of heat radiating from your skin. 

The scent was intoxicating, your skin impossibly warm.

You choked, eyes fluttering as his middle finger pressed softly against the lace atop your clit, the fabric seeming to sink between the fat of your wet folds as he applied slight pressure.

“Come on mama, this what you wanted?” His tongue ran along his lips. “Open dat’ pretty ass mouth and lemme know, baby.” 

You gasped, waist whining against the flesh of his fingers as your head drooped back, unleashing the whirlwind of feelings you’d held confined; each emotion voiced itself in its own unique moan as Onyankapon’s fingers yielded to the slickness of his tongue and mouth.

"Jus' like dat' pretty, talk to me."

“Ughnn shittt.” Your body melted, each thought of doubt, worry, insecurity pooling out along your cheeks as he hollowed his lips, sucking the hard nub of your puffy clit into his mouth.

“Yeah baby, I hear you, im listenin’ baby. You know dis’.” Your eyes crossed, toes curling within the arch of your Giuseppeas, as your palm slapped repeatedly against the plush of the bed beside you. 

“Im cumminnn’ baby, f-fuckkk…yesss!” The hoarseness of your pretty, sultry voice seemed to egg him on, low eyes peeking up beneath long, black lashes as he watched endless bliss rip through you, knowing that he was the sole purpose of your ache-filled tears. 

He popped his mouth from the depths of you, diamonds glittering as he bit his lips, the tension in the room replaced with the creamy squelching of your pussy, lips seeming to swallow him as he fucked you. 

“There we goo, mama, let it go, let it all go,” His voice grew soft, words spilling in the form of a whisper as his breath grew heavy.

“I love you baby, I’m yours, let go for me, baby. Give it to me.” He said breathlessly.

Your body grew tense, mouth opening in a silent sob as your legs closed in on his hand.

“Breatheee for me baby, breathe, just breathe, feel it.” Your throat stung, fingers clutching onto his forearm as he pumped, shattering you from the inside out. 

You let loose, moaning, groaning, sobbing, as your body sang, saturating the room with a song so carnal it’d ring throughout the house for seasons to come.  

“Feel that shit baby, I love you (y/n), I’m yours baby, yours, you hear me?” Your ears rang.

One could only define Ony as selfish, gluttonous for his pussy as his tongue engraved his name within the depths of you; the way he ate you, chin streamed with your raw essence as he ravaged your pussy.

He was smacking, flicking, sucking — ruthlessly forcing you to your limits. 

His hands clutched your thighs, body moving as he kissed his way back up to your tear stricken face. His lips trailed along your neck, whispering, sealing his words as he drew you from the whirlwind of pleasure you’d experienced sheer moments before. 

You sobbed, mind teetering as he reined you back into his world, back to the moment you were sharing. 

Your eyes laid heavy, palms drifting along your body as you  grasped the meat of your thighs, pulling them up and back without order. 

Your breasts shook as he tugged you further downward, trousers long gone as he pressed his weight along your thighs, nudging them further back to settle beside your head as the heavy weight of his dick laid between them. 

His dick was thick — fat with arousal — the weight of it substantial between you. 

Smooth Walnut skin fused within Cinnamon as his tip leaked, dripping along the folds of your pussy. 

Ony moved his left hand, angling himself as he pressed inside you, slowly. He needed you to feel him, every fucking inch of him. 

His eyes closed briefly, throat bobbing in an attempt to ground himself as he dove into you. 

His hips flowed, whining lazily as he forced himself to the hilt, left hand drifting up to wrap around your throat as his head tipped backwards.

“J-jesus fuck.”

Your brows furrowed, watching, as the neatly trimmed hairs along his pelvis grazed against you. Your pussy clamped around him, feeling every vein, every pulse, as your bodies tied. 

His hips snapped up, dropping in steady motion as he pushed your thighs into the plush of the mattress, using you, giving you everything he had to offer. Baptising himself within the depths of you. 

“Ohhh my g-g-,” your breath stalled, barring the words in its tracks as your body reigned numb. 

Onyankapon’s hips plunged, torso clamping as he whimpered, waist pushing passionately as a bead of sweat raced between the curve of his abs and onto the pudgy flesh of your tummy. He sank himself deeper, forehead pressing into yours as he clasped the back of your neck, folding you, forcing you to watch as he surrendered himself within the extents of you, engulfed himself within the bounds of your mind.

Your arms moved up, grasping onto the back of his skull as you gawked up at him, eyes never drifting, body humming as he drove into you. You peeked down, watching as cream glazed the fat of his dick, building along his pelvis with each breathtaking stroke. 

“Ba-byyy, so fuckin',” you cried, deep and gluttonous, “d-eep baby, oohhh.” Your nails scratched along his hips, fingers grasping the fat of his ass as you pulsed. 

“I love youuu, shitt,” you were hysterical, mouth slacking open, drool staining your chin.

He was driving you fucking mad.

Onyankapon’s brows furrowed, repetitive whimpers painting the air as he chased his orgasm, pounding, ignoring the burn of his thighs as the fat of your ass ricocheted off his hips. 

Smack!

The sting from his palms flattening against the swell of your thighs was all you needed as your body convulsed. 

“Ughnn, Oh my-fuckkkk”. Your eyes rolled, barely registering your body’s doing as a stream of arousal sprayed across Ony’s chest. Your pussy clamped, sucking, feeding upon the meat of his dick as he drove himself impossibly deeper. 

You could feel him, throat clogging as your stomach burned; he was so fucking deep. Too fucking deep. 

So deep within the depths of you, you couldn’t identify where you ended, and he began. 

You couldn’t stop fucking cumming. What the fuck? 

“Give it to me baby, fuck, fuck, fuckkk.” Your gasp planted heavily against his lips.

Onyankapon’s body grew tense as he dragged himself upright, sweat dripping along the curve of his nose as he gripped your hips.

“Mmm, you feel me, baby? This’ my fucking pussy, (y/n). All. Fucking. Mine.” With a harsh snap of his hips, he punctuated each word. 

“Yeahh look at me baby, you so fucking pretty.” His statement faltered, head slipping back as he burrowed himself into you, grinding, babbling, hips sputtering as he came. 

“I’m nuttin' all in this pussy baby, fuckkk.” His eyes rolled, hips still rolling as he came with such intensity he thought he’d be sucked up by fucking darkness itself. 

Heavy, rampant pants filled the now quiet room as he looked down at his lady, his woman, his love. 

His form sank as he helped you move your legs toward the bed, caressing the fat as your lips connected in a slow, sensual kiss. 

“I love you ma, this love ain’t come easy, I need you to talk to me, baby.” His fingers nuzzled the sweaty arch of your cheeks as you peered up at him. 

“Let me know when I’ve upset you. Talk to me, don’t hold that shit in baby. Next time you feel like I’m oversteppin’, lemme know. I'm never gonna just rule off ya feelings, baby. Let me know.” His voice lagged, gaze flitting between your view as you nodded—Dazed. 

“Aight, come on, lemme run ya pretty ass a bath.” His head lowered, a sultry smile tearing from his lips as he pecked your lips once more. 

-𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒆౨ৎ

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Note: long awaited!! This was not supposed to take that long but life got me caught allll the way uppppp. I promise I'll be way more consistent now that I'm finally healed of my devious case of writers block.